Poor Swiss Chard. I bet it feels like the girl who had a lock on the school captaincy, right up until the final year when in blows a willowy creature with a winning smile, tumbling curls and a killer high-jump from overseas.
Ever since The Ascendancy of Kale, who remembers how solid and reliable Swiss Chard was before it? It was there, filling out your spinach and feta pies, making nice with ricotta in a layer of vegetarian lasagne and mucking in with bacon grease in makeshift collard greens.
There is some continuing kale mania in Sydney. Every cafe worth its pink Murray River Salt Flakes will have some derivation of it …



